“Seriously, Pierce?” Thor demanded, struggling to restrain my boyfriend. “Are you that much of fucking turnout?” “I’m really fucking sorry, Gibs,” the boy replied, toeing on his shoes before grabbing his jacket off the chair. “Yeah, well, sorry doesn’t quite cut it, asshole,” Thor shot back angrily. “Not when you fuck a teammate’s girl in his own bed, you prick!” “I am so fucking sorry, lads, but she was all over me,” the boy protested. “I mean it, Hughie, lad. She told me to have her.”
